"...Baby I'm hungry - I want and I need - Bring me your sugar - And pour it all over me baby...."
*warning the beginning of this post contains a bit of sarcasm*
I am nearly perfect, I realize this. But phenomena are known to occur in these parts, and some days my brain just overloads with “perfectness” and goes “idiot” on me.
Yesterday was one of those days.
I would just like to go on record as saying, those days suck.
It began at 7am, the normal wake up time when my girls were less than overjoyed to have to get out of bed. Maya finally tumbled out and started on her breakfast that I had to serve WATER with because my dear husband failed to get milk while we were out of town for 4 days. Pop tarts and water… mmm mmm mmm delish. It took over 15 minutes later I finally drag Anna out of bed and was all frustrated with her because while I was trying to get lunches made, her out of bed and coffee brewed I couldn’t find the lunch sacks AFTER I had made lunches and now had to track down lunch money. I couldn’t bring myself to just pack them in plastic grocery sacks; I guess I’m just not that ghetto. After cussing out the husband under my breath for failing to replenish the lunch sacks too, I saw out of the shadows of the wood cabinets, a bump, which turned out to be the lunch sacks. NH idiot.
Me: Hello.
Her: Mrs. White?
Me: Yes.
Her: This is Miss. Sharpe.
Me: Oh, Hi.
Her: Anna is in her gym clothes.
Me: I know, it’s gym day. (wtf is this bitch whining about now)
Her: We have a field trip today, and she has to be in uniform. She wasn’t at school yesterday so you didn’t get the note that went home.
Me: Well I’m about to leave for school and I can’t get it to her, so she will just have to go in her gym uniform. (how the f am I supposed to know this?)
Her: Well, we sent home a note last week too. She can’t go if she’s not in uniform.
Here’s where my idiot brain starts to go thru the information I have and this is what it knows:
Her: Hello, Ms. White??
Me: Ya, I’m here, I’m trying to figure out a solution… what are you going to do with her if she can’t go?
Her: Someone will have to pick her up.
Me: When are you leaving?
Her: In five minutes.
(well thanks for the damn notice)
Me: Well, I’ll have to figure something out, I’ll call you back.
CLICK
Now mama is pissed.
Today I’m just happy that day is over, and I can return to my perfect self.
Labels: life